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"Ye Feiyun really doesn't keep his word. He promised Ye Feng would be the final test, but now he changed his mind. His father actually offered to help him."

"I really hope that Ye Feng can dispose of this kid and let him feel the pain of being destroyed in his dantian."

"It's hard to guess. Judging from Ye Feng's two moves just now, he may be a little stronger than ordinary people, but most of them are won by luck and... shamelessness. If you want to beat Ye Feiyun, tsk tsk!"

"Although I don't want to admit it, Ye Feiyun's strength is indeed the strongest today, infinitely close to the strength of a martial arts master, and it is not comparable to Ye Feng's level just now."

"Well, I'm really torn. I want Ye Feiyun to pay the price, and I want Ye Feng to be exposed as a counterfeit."

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There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and no one expressed absolute support for anyone. Ye Feiyun's behavior was certainly resentful, but Ye Feng's ten battles also made everyone think that Ye Feng was not worthy of the title of China's No.1.

Even the four of Kuer who came with Ye Feng were doubting whether Ye Feng was really that good at this time, but between the two of them, they still chose to cheer for Ye Feng.

But amidst all the discussions, Ye Feng always had a smile on his face, and calmly asked: "Are you ready?
"It's about to start, let's see how this guy Ye Feng can rely on luck to win this time."

There was a strange light in the eyes of the younger members of the Ye family. The head of the Ye family, Ye Zhendong, also had a smile on his lips, as if he had seen his son shine in the arena.

"Hehe! If I hit too hard later, don't blame me." Ye Feiyun sneered.

"Then I'll... go!"

After the voice fell, Ye Feng moved.

Without any warning, Ye Feng's figure disappeared in vain, so fast that he even left an afterimage on the spot.

"Crack!"

It wasn't until the stone floor where Ye Feng's afterimage was located made continuous cracking sounds that people realized that Ye Feng had disappeared. They hurriedly opened their mouths and turned their eyes to Ye Feiyun. Over there, a blurry figure gradually emerged.

"Boom! Boom!"

The piercing heartbeat suddenly appeared on the ring.

Ye Feiyun could clearly feel that his heartbeat was so fast that it was about to explode. Ye Feng's speed was so fast that his sight still stayed on the afterimage in the distance.

However, the sense of imminent crisis has already made his heart beat wildly, as if warning him that the danger is coming.

It took 0.1 second to retract his gaze, and Ye Feiyun could vaguely see the corner of the mouth of the figure in front of him, as if there was a familiar smile on it.

In the next second, that smile became ferocious, and he felt a huge pain in his left shoulder.

Ye Feng flicked a whip kick roughly and kicked Ye Feiyun's left arm.

"boom!"

A huge bang spread, and Ye Feiyun's body hit the floor with such a force that even the hard floor could hardly withstand such an impact. A shallow groove was instantly smashed open by Ye Feiyun's body. .

Shocked!

Surprised!

puzzled!

Words one after another began to emerge in people's minds.

The noisy crowd suddenly became silent at this moment, everyone opened their mouths in surprise, looked at Ye Feiyun who had been smashed into the groove, and then looked up at the indifferent Ye Feng next to him, all kinds of emotions spread in their hearts .

Ye Feng's speed is not bad. This sentence is Ye Feiyun's previous evaluation of Ye Feng, and it is also the conclusion of the observation of everyone present.

But this is acceptable, compared to the terrifying speed just now, it is completely like a toddler who is toddling, and the gap between him and the world sprint champion is completely incomparable.

Of the hundreds of people present, none of them could see Ye Feng's actions clearly. Their thoughts were still stuck in the last sentence Ye Feiyun uttered. In the next second, the person who uttered nonsense directly smashed a shallow hole in the ground. .

As for how Ye Feng ran to Ye Feiyun's side and how he attacked Ye Feiyun, no one knew.

The whole process takes less than a second!
"Hey! What... what's going on?"

"No...I didn't see clearly..."

"This speed, even a martial arts master may not have it?"

One after another, voices rolling their throats sounded, each with doubts, but also received exactly the same answer.

Until now, they still couldn't believe what happened before their eyes.

He is obviously just a guy of average level. When he competed with the previous ten winners, it was so difficult to win, but now he broke out with a strength that they couldn't understand.

He should be the most powerful person on the field, but Ye Feiyun was so weak that he was maimed by a single blow.

In the seats of the Ye family, except for Li Daoru, everyone else also put on an unbelievable expression, especially Ye Zhendong, who just sneered, his expression at this time was as if he had just found out that he had eaten a fly ugly.

Ye Qingshan, who was always restless, finally understood Ye Feng's forbearance at this time.

The purpose of deliberately hiding his strength for ten consecutive games was just to let Ye Feiyun relax his vigilance and give him an excuse to play on stage.

In the shallow pit, Ye Feiyun rolled his eyes, and his body trembled from time to time. The white foam and red blood at the corner of his mouth had already stained the entire ground below him.

His left shoulder, which was kicked by Ye Feng, was severely deformed, and the other right shoulder, which was in contact with the ground, was also smashed into a pool of rotten flesh.

Under the gazes of everyone either in surprise or awe, Ye Feng slowly squatted down.

"I'm really sorry, I lost my sense of proportion easily and hurt you too badly, so don't blame me."

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth once again outlined a shallow arc, as if smiling.

With that said, Ye Feng stretched out his right hand, and slowly put it on Ye Feiyun's dantian.

"He's going to abolish Ye Feiyun's cultivation."

Off the court, someone immediately saw Ye Feng's thoughts, and his complexion suddenly changed.

Ye Feiyun... is the hope of Ye family's martial arts revival.

"you dare!"

In the seat of the Ye family, Ye Zhendong finally recovered from the shock.

"Boy! This is Jiangzhou, it's my Ye family's manor, not your Ye Feng's territory, I can't tolerate you being so presumptuous."

Under the rage, Ye Zhendong had lost the calmness that a family leader should have, and he shouted repeatedly: "Bodyguards! Go up to me and subdue this thug."

A bodyguard dressed in black quickly walked in from outside the crowd.

While the bodyguards gathered under the stage, Ye Feng's right hand resting on Ye Feiyun's dantian was pressed in vain with force.